Saro Jane - The Kingston Trio
Rock-a-bout rock-a-bout rock-a-bout
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing
And rock-about my Saro Jane
I've got a wife and five little children
Believe I'll take a trip on the big Macmillan oh Saro Jane
A guy like me don't have no home
I make my living on my shoulder bone
Oh Saro Jane oh Saro Jane oh Saro Jane
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing
And rock-about my Saro Jane
Woke up this morning feeling mighty mean
Thinkin' 'bout my good gal in New Orleans oh Saro Jane
Fireman keep those boilers hot
I want to be in town by six o'clock
Oh Saro Jane oh Saro Jane oh Saro Jane
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing
And rock-about my Saro Jane
Back's getting tired and shoulder's getting sore
Each sack is bigger than the one before oh Saro Jane
A rock in my stomach and a watching my head
Getting superstitious 'bout my pork and bread
Oh Saro Jane oh Saro Jane oh Saro Jane
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing
And rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing
And rock-about my Saro Jane